Dear J.K. Rowling:
I think you ought to know that thanks to your clever, information-dense, and wholly absorbing new web site, my poor children's lunch has been ruined.
I did not think it was possible to spoil Kraft Dinner, but apparently not even industrial-strength prefab macaroni can survive being forgotten and left on the stove at a rolling boil for twenty minutes. The pasta is now the consistency of oatmeal, and even after the optimistic addition of butter, milk and the legendary cheese powder, remains quite, quite disgusting.
I want you to know that this is all your fault. Or ALL YOUR FAULT, as Book 5 Harry might say.
It's just a good thing my kids didn't notice, and ate the Kraft Dinner anyway...
I did not think it was possible to spoil Kraft Dinner, but apparently not even industrial-strength prefab macaroni can survive being forgotten and left on the stove at a rolling boil for twenty minutes. The pasta is now the consistency of oatmeal, and even after the optimistic addition of butter, milk and the legendary cheese powder, remains quite, quite disgusting.
I want you to know that this is all your fault. Or ALL YOUR FAULT, as Book 5 Harry might say.
It's just a good thing my kids didn't notice, and ate the Kraft Dinner anyway...